Can You Spare Zen Master Cinian's Life?

Sima Xin's expression stiffened even further.

Clearly, Qingwu was now aiming to overpower both her son and the Penglai Island. But she was helpless.

Her father had lost an arm, the Talisman-Destroying Mirror had been destroyed, her husband had died a tragic death, and even his cultivation had been passed to Qingwu.

Beneath her sleeves, her fists clenched and unclenched, but in the end, she could only suppress her anger and say, "In that case, A'Hu calls you his adoptive father. Venerable Master, I trust you won't despise him?"

Qingwu smiled contentedly. "If he has such intentions, how could I despise him?"

In the past, when he saw the old Venerable Master and Siheng receiving respect and adoration from others, he was filled with envy.

He had always thought to himself, If only one day I could be like them.

And now, today, he had achieved it.